pawnstorm | [ semi-open ] and sometimes we sing to the dawn

Who: Lord Light, a couple of people (closed threads in toplevels within), and you.
When: April 12-15, thereabouts
Where: Around Capablanca
What: A useless old man ponders the meaning of his existence. And also builds some things on the side.
Rating: PG+ for Adra's mouth

one;

[ Contrary to first impressions, there is indeed peace and quiet to be found in Capablanca. As one walks along the beaches further and away from the town center, the number of establishments dwindle one by one - until the last ice-cream parlour marks the end of built shoreline. The stretch of untouched sand may be quite small compared to the rest of the beach, but it's still sizeable. Sizeable enough to provide a place of relative silence for Heroes to meditate properly.

It is here, upon the sand, that he draws. Detailed, complex images are sketched into the beachside, a little away from the shoreline so that they would be untouched at low tide. It takes him hours to complete a single drawing, but he doesn't complain a single bit - merely one figure with white hair bent down close to the ground with a single branch in his hand.

At night, high tide washes them away, but he returns for at least an hour every day to add one or two. At other times he builds perfectly regular rings out of shells and other materials lying around, all without a single word. A few locals come to watch, but even then their curiosity wears out as he continues, focused on his task.

If anything, the art is pretty. But what could they mean? ]

two;

[ On an afternoon when the sun is not as harsh, he climbs Ventoso Hill alone. Once he's reached the top, he elects to stand and watch the scenery - he's so still that he might have been mistaken for a statue, if not for the fact that his hair moves and flutters in an opportune breeze.

After a while, he shifts his stance to one more regal, and he begins to sing with a voice much younger than his speaking intonation. When he finishes, there's the slightest hint of a smile on his expression - but it will fade away as soon as he is approached, returning to his normal calmness.

His voice resumes its usual pitch, too. ]

Can I help you with anything?

three;

[ In the mornings, he can be found near the piers - or more specifically, where the seabirds frequent. He might be seated on the jetty or walking along the beach with a small bag of breadcrumbs, and after a while seagulls will start to flock to his location. He feeds them with a rather distant expression (more distant than usual, that is), letting them land on his shoulders and arms.

However, if you express interest in what he's doing, he'll look up with a much more focused countenance. ]

Hello. Would you like to feed them as well?

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[ Lord Light-speak is cryptic and rather hard to decipher. But Slaine tries his best to understand, and for the most part, he thinks he has the gist of it. At least the last bit of advice is clear. The calm tone definitely helps a lot.

He has to think over his actions carefully next time. Another blunder like that and everyone is in their right to shame him. ]

Yes, thank you. I will definitely keep that in mind for the future.

[ You won't be seeing anymore suspicious things from him! ]

[ To that, he just inclines his head. ]

That is good.

[ Slaine seems reasonable, from his attitude and what Lord Light has seen from him, so he has full confidence that his advice will be heeded. There's no further need to pursue this topic. ]

... do you like birds?

[ Ah, this question seems to make his face turn a little red, but Slaine answers without much hesitation. ]

... Y-yes, a person who's really important to me adores them! They're also important to me because of that. [ He turns back towards the seagulls and his gaze softens. ] She's never seen them before so I promised to show them to her.

[ Well, well. A youth pining for his love? ]

You could make a sketch. I could make a sketch for you, so you can bring it back to her.

[ Probably. Unless his friend isn't here, given that he's a Hero and thus from another world? ]

[ A sketch would be amazing, especially if there are birds that are only native to this world. However... ]

Would it even be possible to bring the things we've collected here to our own world?

[ Well, that answers the unasked question, right? ]

[ It does, but it's a very valid question in itself. ]

I am not sure. It would require more research to ascertain, given that the barriers between wolds have not yet been proven to have a method that breaches them in the opposite direction.

[ But there's a pause here, because he doesn't want to ruin Slaine's day with brooding thoughts: ]

There will be a way, merely that it has not been discovered yet.

Yes, that's true... There's still a lot we really don't know about this place.

[ But it seems like the more they continue to help here, the more they manage to discover and learn. Aside from getting home, this is definitely worth striving hard to find out. ]

Just in case this turns out to be possible, I'll take you up on your offer. It would be nice to bring sketches of birds back home with me. She'll be very happy with them, I'm sure of it.

[ They're around the same words that he's said to Maki before. As long as they persevere, there will be a way to return. ]

Let me know if you have a specific bird that you wish me to draw. I can start on it today, if you prefer.

[ It's not that difficult for him, anyway. If it helps someone, he'll do it. ]

Thank you, I truly appreciate it. For now, I think starting with a bird that's familiar in my world will be best.

[ He gestures towards the seagulls. ]

They're perfect.

[ He tilts his head slightly, regarding the birds with an observant eye. ]

These are easy to find. [ He'll commit their appearance to memory soon enough. ] Could I know your carrier handle? I can send it over once I am done.

It's Slaine, the same as my name.

[ So creative, but at least it helps get his name out easier. (Though that did kind of backfire during the whole network mishap.) ]

[ Well, he can't comment. His is his own as well. ]

I will send it to you once I have finished. In the meantime, please allow me a few days.

[ semi-open ] and sometimes we sing to the dawn

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